[Allison shakes her head as she draws closer, hand still outstretched.] Don't think so. Because you miss him, I can smell it.

[She pauses, then lifts her outstretched hand, slowly. She takes another step closer, making sure every move is telegraphed, making sure she doesn't surprise him.]

And you care about Lydia...just like I do. You can't care about anyone if there's nothing left to care, Stiles.

[Her hand drifts forward, reaching for his shoulder...slow, cautious.]

We can save them both. We can have them back...we can be a pack like the people on this ship are. A real one, without fear or hatred...a family.

[Cautiously, she moves to lay her hand on his shoulder, a friendly touch.]

I'm not the girl you knew, Stiles...I can help you get Scott back. If you'll let me.